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Jin Ping'er caught up with Bi Yao and walked alongside her. After a while, she suddenly spoke, her voice low:

"Yao'er, there's something I've been keeping from you."

Biyao didn't stop walking and replied, "What?"

"Three years ago, in the East Sea," Jin Ping'er paused, then said, "I met him."

Biyao stopped abruptly, turned around, and stared at her, as if to confirm whether Jin Ping'er was teasing her: "Who?"

"Jiang Xiaochuan."

Biyao's pupils contracted sharply, her hands clenched unconsciously, her fingertips digging into her palms. She stared at Jin Ping'er, her voice tense as she asked, "What did you say?"

"Three years ago, on a deserted island in the East China Sea, I was trapped by a demon, and he saved me."

Jin Ping'er looked at her and said slowly, without rushing, "He has changed a bit. He's grown taller and...more handsome, but his eyes haven't changed."

Biyao's lips trembled; she wanted to ask something, but no sound came out.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her eyes fixed on Jin Ping'er.

Jin Ping'er looked away, seemingly lost in thought, and whispered, "He's fine. He seems to be doing well."

Biyao remained silent for a long time. Then she loosened her grip, revealing four deep crescent-shaped marks on her palm. She turned around and continued walking forward, her steps steady and her back straight, but it seemed as if she was forcing herself to stay upright.

"East China Sea? Will it still be in the East China Sea?" she asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Jin Ping'er followed her, remained silent for a while, and then said, "I don't know. After saving me, he left. I didn't ask, and he didn't say anything."

Biyao stopped talking. She just walked and walked, through the bustling crowds, through the narrow streets, until she reached the other end of the village and stopped under the eaves of a secluded house.

As darkness fell, a faint, strange golden light shot into the sky from the direction of the Death Swamp in the distance, turning the night sky gold.

Biyao looked up at the light for a long time.

"Will he come?" she asked softly, unsure whether she was asking Jin Ping'er or herself.

Jin Ping'er didn't answer. She just stood next to Bi Yao, looking up at the light with a complex and indescribable expression.

The wind blew from the direction of the swamp, carrying the damp, decaying scent of earth. In the distance, a few barks of dogs could be heard, mixed with the chirping of unknown insects.

The night is getting darker.

Biyao suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Jin Ping'er looked at her, wanting to reach out and pat her back, but then lowered her hand halfway up. In the end, she just sighed and whispered:

"Let's go, find a place to stay. Tomorrow, we'll have to go into the Dead Swamp again."

Biyao lowered her hand, her face expressionless except for her red eyes. She nodded, turned around, and walked deeper into the area.

Jin Ping'er followed behind her, watching her back. She was thin and straight, like a string stretched to its limit.

She knew that the string was about to snap.

And at the moment it breaks, who knows what it will be like.

She just hoped that Biyao wouldn't hurt herself by then.

As for others... she has no say in it, nor does she want to.

The night was dark.

Further away, towards Qingyun Mountain, several sword lights pierced the night sky, hurtling towards this place.

……

The dim sky, carrying gusts of cool wind, brushed against people, penetrating deep into their bones.

Before me stretched an endless expanse of tangled weeds and puddles, with a worn-out path winding and twisting into the deeper fog.

Sixteen members of the Qingyun Sect stood at the edge of the swamp, with Xiao Yicai at the very front, frowning as he peered into the mist.

The others stood in twos and threes, no one spoke, only the rustling of the wind through the grass.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood next to Lu Xueqi, her hand in his. Her palm was warm, dry, and comforting.

He turned his head to look at her; she was staring at the fog in front of her, her profile tense and expressionless.

I heard footsteps and voices behind me, approaching from afar.

"Grandpa, this place looks scary. Do we really want to go in?"

"What are you afraid of? With Grandpa here, all the demons and monsters will have to go around us. Keep going, there's definitely something good ahead. If we're late, we'll miss out!"

The voice sounded familiar, and Jiang Xiaochuan turned around.

Two people emerged from the fog.

Ahead was an old man, wearing a faded Taoist robe, with a goatee, holding a bamboo pole with a tattered cloth hanging from it that read "The Immortal Points the Way".

A young girl followed behind, wearing a floral dress, with a braid, big eyes, looking around, her face showing a hint of timidity.

It's Zhou Yixian and Zhou Xiaohuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan was taken aback, then his heart tightened.

Zhou Xiaohuan also saw the group of people over there. Her gaze swept over and stopped on Jiang Xiaochuan's face. She blinked her eyes, then blinked again, and slowly opened her mouth without making a sound. She just looked at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan released Lu Xueqi's hand and walked over.

"Mr. Zhou, Miss Xiao Huan."

Zhou Yixian stroked his beard, squinting as he sized him up: "Hey, this young man looks familiar... Oh, it's you, that kid from Qingyun Sect! The one who treated me to a meal!"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, nodded to Zhou Yixian, and then looked at Zhou Xiaohuan. Three years had passed, and the girl had grown up a lot. Her cheeks had lost their childlike roundness, revealing the delicate features of a young woman. Her eyes were still big and bright, but at this moment they were full of astonishment.

"Brother Tanghulu?" Zhou Xiaohuan finally found her voice, soft and uncertain.

"It's me," Jiang Xiaochuan said with a smile.

"I've changed that much in just three years? I'm unrecognizable."

Zhou Xiaohuan blushed slightly, lowered her head, then raised it again, glanced at him quickly, and lowered her eyelashes again: "Yes...yes, things have changed a bit."

Actually, she was more surprised.

The handsome, smiling boy in my memory seems to have been carefully polished by time; his facial features are more defined, and he seems to have grown taller, but what's most different is that... feeling.

It's hard to explain, but he seems calmer now, with less of the playfulness in his eyes and more of something indescribable.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also looking at her; the saying "a girl changes a lot as she grows up" is true.

The little girl who used to follow him around licking candied hawthorns has now grown into a graceful young woman with bright, lively eyes and a healthy honey-colored complexion. Her floral dress can't hide her growing figure, but her eyes still look clear and innocent when she looks at people, with a touch of naive curiosity.

"How did you get here?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked, his tone becoming serious.

"This is not a place for leisure; it is a deadly swamp, extremely dangerous."

Zhou Yixian puffed out his chest, his mustache twitching: "Dangerous? Heh, young man, I've traveled all over the country and seen it all. A mere dead swamp can't stop me, the Great Immortal Zhou! Besides, there's treasure in here. I know that if there's no extraordinary phenomenon, there must be a great treasure! I brought my granddaughter here to see it for herself, and also... to look for some opportunities!"

"Grandpa," Zhou Xiaohuan tugged at his sleeve, looking at Jiang Xiaochuan, and whispered, "Brother Tanghulu, is it... really dangerous here?"

"It's very dangerous." Jiang Xiaochuan nodded, looking into her eyes.

"Leaving aside poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, the swamp gas alone is enough to kill you with just one breath, not to mention the unknown monstrous creatures, and..."

He paused, thinking about how to say it.

"Xiao Huan, listen to me, you and your grandfather should leave immediately, the farther the better."

His tone was serious, not like he was joking. Zhou Xiaohuan looked into his eyes and saw genuine worry in them. The excitement she felt from the "treasure hunt" slowly cooled down.